[PLAYING SOFT MUSIC]
[SIGHS]
This is living. I won...
I say, I wonder what the poor chickens are doing today.
Telegram for Mr. Foghorn Leghorn.
Telegram?
Now, who...? I say, who would be sending me a telegram?
[FOGHORN READING TELEGRAM]
Oh, no. Not Rhode Island Red.
I had... I say, I had enough of that birdbrained loudmouth in college...
...to last me the rest of my life.
"Drop in Friday."
Hey, today is Friday. I better get going.
I got a few arrangements to make for my old college chum's arrival.
[HAMMERING AND SAWING]
I'd ju... I say, I'd just like to see Red try to drop in on me now.
[LAUGHS]
- Here's Red! - Red, why, you...
Foggy, old goat. Give me the grip.
Same old Foggy, always putting on women's hats.
Anything for a laugh.
I, uh, wore a carnation so you'd know me.
[LAUGHS]
Foggy, old palsy-walsy, you're a card.
[CHICKENS GIGGLING]
[GASPS]
I've got... I say, I've gotta get rid of this cornball...
...before he "palsy-walsys" me to death.
Well, well, well, what have we got here?
Girls.
[PLAYING "FREDD Y THE FRESHMAN"]
[SINGING] Who's got all the girlies Chasing him around?
Freddy the Freshman The freshest kid in town
Who wrecks all the parties? Turns them upside down
Freddy the Freshman The freshest kid in town
He plays the ukulele He plays the saxophone
And the pretty babies Just won't leave him alone
Who got bounced at Harvard Princeton, Yale and Brown?
Freddy the Freshman The freshest kid in town
Hey... I say, hey, Red.
Come on over here and let me take your picture.
Take my picture? Well, alrighty-tighty.
FOGHORN: Now, give me a big smile.
Something... I say, something went wrong.
Hey, uh, blubber boy, is this what you're looking for?
- Huh? - Well, squeeze it.
Hmm.
I tho... I say, I thought I had a sitting duck.
But turned out he had a pigeon.
Hey, Foggy, ain't you gonna take my picture?
Oh, uh, yeah. I've got... I say, I've gotta reload my camera.
How do you like that? Double lenses.
Stereopticon, no doubt.
FOGHORN: Hold... I say, hold it.
Ick.
What a sloppy mess. You better go tidy up.
I'll bet you charming gals...
...are, uh, just dying to see the star halfback of Chicken Tech in action.
When you don't have a football...
...the next best thing's a fine old casaba melon, I always say.
[CHANTING] Rah, rah, rah! Hit them in the head.
Team, team, team. Here comes Red.
Come on, Foggy, get off the dime. Let's show them the old "23 skiddoo" play.
The lo...? I say, the long pass?
- Right. - Sixty...
I say, 66, 32, 23, skiddoo.
I got it, I got it, I got it.
[LAUGHS]
- You're gonna get it. - Punt formation.
I goofed.
[PLUCKING STRINGS]
- Golf...? I say, golf, anyone? - Golf?
Why, you're talking to the man who practically invented the game.
Give me a mashie niblick.
[HUMMING]
Well, come on. Give me the ball.
Now, uh, I'll take the flag and set it up for you.
Okay.
[SINGING] Am I in form today?
Fore!
Give me... I say, give me that club.
I ought to hate...
I say, I ought to hate myself for not thinking of this sooner.
A telegram. Telegram for Mr. Rhode Island Red.
Rhode Island Red? Here, boy, that's me.
[RED READING TELEGRAM]
Well, hot diggity dog.
Well, uh, so long, Foggy. I gotta be going.
A big deal. Uh, thanks for everything.
Hey, wait a minute.
Can't let you go empty-handed. Not an old friend.
Got a couple of gifts for you. Here you are.
An electric bowling ball and an electric clock.
Tells you when it's time to bowl.
- So lo... I say, so long, Red. - So long, Foggy.
Goodbye, old friend.
[EXPLOSION]
With a friend like you...
...I'll never need an enemy.
[GRO ANS]
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